In a glade of the forest, yet not so far but that one might hear the chime of bells stealing across the valley from the great minster of Mortain on a still evening, dwelt Beltane the Smith.

And ever as it swung upon the air, it rang a chime upon its little, silver bells; a merry chime and mocking, that seemed to gibe at coming day.

she began gently in that fascinating, crystalline voice which seemed to set tiny silvery chimes ringing in Brown's ears: "Here, Clarence, darlingBetty's own little kitty-cat!"

To this agreeable story, Laureate Warton, than whom no man was more intimately conversant with the truth there is in literary history, appears in one of his official odes to yield assent: "Victorious Edward gave the vernal bough Of Britain's bay to bloom on Chaucer's brow: Fired with the gift, he changed to sounds sublime His Norman minstrelsy's discordant chime.

room for all!'" As the spirit imitated the various calls, as only a jovial bell-sprite could, the others gave him a chime of laughter, and vowed they would each adopt some tuneful summons, which should reach human ears and draw human feet more willingly to church.

Day is o'er and past; Every drooping lily bell Chimes good-night at last.

MILLET'S "ANGELUS" ELBRIDGE LAPHAM ADAMS '87 Dim, distant, tinkling chimes, That summoned men in olden times To pray the Virgin grace impart; Ye solemn voices of a day gone by, Whose mystic strains of melody Alike touched peer and peasant's heart: Your music falters in the fleeting years, Yet still comes faintly to our ears, Saved by a master's cunning art.

My will, my great high will, went ringing chimes of what I would do through the house where I was born, where my mother has just died, and I swung this right arm forth into the air of existence, and said, 'I will do what I will; men shall say I am a master in the land.'

And all the way, to guide their chime, With falling oars they kept the time.

We cannot help picturing to ourselves the anxiety, the singularly deep and thrilling interest, which universally prevails as his last hour approaches: "Hark the deep-toned chime of that bell As it breaks on the midnight ear Seems it not tolling a funeral knell? 'Tis the knell of the parting year!

No deed divine thenceforth Stood royal in its far-related worth; No god, in truth, might heal the wounded chime.

The loudest Seas, and most enraged Windes Shall lose their clangor; Tempest shall grow hoarse; Loud Thunder dumbe; and every speece of storme Laid in the lap of listning Nature, husht, To heare the changed chime of this eighth spheere!

But, Landis, if one of us should inadvertentlyor through nervousnessbeat the clock's chime by the split part of a second, the good people of The Corner will fill that one of us promptly full of lead.

"WHY DO THEY LET THAT CLOCK CHIME?

"So he went staggering about among his men," he must needs chime in, with other superfluities, "for I remember reading all about it in the papers, and boasting like anything about having known you, Duncan, but feeling simply sick with envy all the time.

The old bells that peal out the Sunday chimes seem to retain something of the jubilant spirit of that martial time.

As we crossed the square, the clock in the belfry struck the hour, and began to play its chimes.

Like a tale of olden time, Echo's voice prolongs the chime.

I know that of the week from remembering the Sabbath chimes.

Alas for the beautiful guesses That live in a poet's rhyme 'Tis only the bell of the factory Tolling its woe sublime; And the wind is the ghostly ringer, Ringing the midnight chime.

Above the graves the blackberry hung In bloom and green its wreath, And harebells swung as if they rung The chimes of peace beneath.

Groups scattered, market carts were hastily backed alongside the pavement, and down the mid-thoroughfare came the mail at a gallop, with crack of whip and rushing chime of bits and swingle-bars.

But do not spoil the chime of this morning's bells by ringing only half a peal!

I was away from the hacienda when the peon came, or I'd have got here sooner," Dade explained cheerfully, swinging to the ground with a jingle of his big, Mexican spurs that had little silver bells to swell the tinkly chimes when he moved.

Here Flandrian Moll her brazen incest brags; Vice-stript Roxana, penitent in rags, There points to Amy, treading equal chimes, The faithful handmaid to her faithless crimes.